The strange sword had grown several times larger, yet it remained as nimble as a chopstick in the young man's hand.
Yongye put away Tessaiga. The blade shrank back to its normal size as he flipped it around his wrist, then he casually slung it over his shoulder.
With his other hand, he pulled a phone from his pocket and snapped more than a dozen photos of Batman.
"Batman's midnight streaking photos."
"Gotham's Dark Knight, wearing nothing but a cowl and underwear, catching a breeze in a LexCorp hallway."
"Add a caption: 'Is this human nature twisted, or morality gone to ruin?'"
He tapped away at his screen as he took photos, apparently already drafting a social media post.
Batman's fists tightened until his knuckles cracked. The strip of jaw visible beneath his cowl went taut as a bowstring about to snap.
His voice came from beneath the cowl, burning with fury that seemed to rise from the eighteenth level of Hell. "You'd better..."
"Don't threaten me." Yongye cut him off without looking up, still swiping at his screen. "I have a bad temper. If you start making threats, you're the one who'll suffer."
He looked up and gave Batman a grin bright enough to make anyone want to punch him.
"Keep yapping and I'll cut your balls off!"
"Batman the eunuch!"
"With photos and video, the Joker and the rest of Gotham's finest might laugh themselves to death!"
He waved his phone, grinning from ear to ear.
Batman's breathing had grown noticeably heavier. In his eyes, half-hidden by the edge of his cowl, anger and humiliation churned so fiercely they were almost tangible.
No enemy had ever pushed him this far.
His entire suit had been cut away, leaving him with nothing but underwear and a cowl!
Beneath the